— ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ Ashan's POV :

Life offers you two things in its plate : your destiny and the destiny you wish to create. You have every right to choose whichever path you desire.

What happened to my parents in their childhood plays a significant role in my decision to join the FBI.

I'm Ashan Hussain, and I would go to any lengths to find criminals who ruin happy lives. I take after my mother, Minahil Ahmed Hussain, when it comes to seeking justice.

I have a strong dislike for liars and betrayers, just like my dad, Arsalaan Hussain. He was betrayed by my mother, which led to their separation, constantly making me question my existence and wonder what could've happened if they had not forgiven each other.

My phone buzzes inside the pocket of my suit pants. I pull it out, fully aware of who's calling. I answer, "Yes, Dad?" with a hint of boredom.

"Hey, masterpiece! Have you arrived safely?" he asks excitedly from the other end.

He gets excited about literally anything, and right now, it's the fact that I'm returning to the United States after spending a few days with my parents in Canada.

"Yes, I arrived an hour ago, and please stop calling me that questionable nickname," I reply while glancing at my watch.

"Hey! That's not a questionable nickname! I call you masterpiece with love, after all, you're my favorite masterpiece." I can almost hear him grinning on the other side of the phone, just like always.

"Thanks, Dad, but I think the only masterpiece here is your ability to embarrass me with that nickname!" I say, and just like that, my dad ends the call, clearly annoyed with me.

I get up from the couch in my house where I'm sitting right now. I walk towards the kitchen to drink some water. Tonight, there is a meeting at a restaurant with the director.

Before that, I have to finish the work I've been ordered to do. I walk towards my office when my phone rings again, completely distracting me. It was an unknown number.

My brows furrow, but I pick up the call without wasting any time. "Okay, I'll be there within 5 minutes," I say, ending the call as I walk outside of the penthouse while grabbing my car keys.

I just got the information that there are suspicious activities happening at Blackthorn Academy, where some criminal organisation are sending threats targeting students.

I was informed that this case has been assigned to me, and my partner will be Caleb Davis. That guy is probably the worst FBI agent I have met in my 30 years of life.

I arrive at the academy and am told to wait for the bastard, who must be busy shagging women in his free time.

I glance at my watch, and the jerk is 12 minutes late. I lean against my car, crossing my arms, looking at the academy. The students are now walking out.

I sigh in frustration because this dick still isn't here. I grab my phone and dial his number while watching the students leave the building.

It seems like he has no intention of showing up, considering he's not answering my call.

My jaw clenched and fists tightened, it was beyond tolerance now. I still held my patience and waited for the bastard to pick up the call.

He was going to be boiled in hot water and grilled with cheese and corn before I treat him to the whole agency as a feast.

I was so lost in my anger when my eyes landed on someone, someone who made my eyes stop moving boringly from here and there.

I found myself staring at a girl whose eyes sparkled like stars amidst the crowd—a girl who truly stood out.

At first glance, she didn't appear extraordinary, but something about her presence made my gaze linger when she came into view.

She wore a black skirt that swayed gently with her movements, paired with a crisp white shirt that contrasted beautifully against her dark attire.

In her hands, she held a stack of books, while a bag hung casually over her shoulder, suggesting she was a student.

Why can't I look away from her? Is it really so difficult to break this spell she has cast over me?

Her face was covered with a black scarf draped elegantly, concealing her features. Her hands bore burn marks, cuts, and bruises, as did her legs. My eyes squinted as I notice those details.

Her sea-blue eyes magically shone brightly.

I was so focused on her that I didn't realize Caleb had picked up the call until he yelled from the other end, "I'm not waiting for you anymore!" I spoke calmly, my mind completely distracted.

I turned my gaze back to the girl, but I saw her walking away. My eyes followed her disappearing figure until she turned around, and our eyes met.

And it felt like I have forgotten everything for a moment. A loud beep from a car snapped my attention back, and I saw Caleb finally arriving.

"You were checking out college girls, Motherfucker?" he asks as he walks towards me, and I glare at him.

"You're 20 minutes late," I affirm, gazing at my wristwatch.

"Gosh you're so annoying" he rolls his eyes.

I choose to ignore, triggering him as we walk inside and start our work, our investigation.

Caleb and I discussed the case with the director at tonight's dinner, and we were told to keep an eye on that particular academy because something huge is going to happen there.

⠀:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ ⠀ '· . · '⠀ It's been 2 days since we started working on that case. The information we have is that there are mafia students in that university who are being used by their own parents against the academy and the criminal organization. We will be finding more clues and hints based on this case.

Right now, I'm working out in my private gym. That's what I do most of the time when I'm free. It's better to invest time in the gym than waste it with people who do nothing but annoy the hell out of you.

I do boxing while punching the punching bag as if they're some bloodthirsty, filthy criminals.

Each punch is a release, and I visualize those criminals as I strike, channeling all my frustration and energy into every blow.

After a while, I take a shower and head to a supermarket to buy some groceries since I'm out of them. I prefer doing my own work rather than having servants around me all the time. Talking to lots of people is just sickening and feels disgusting to me. I would rather have mute people beside me who don't yap.

I go to my go-to supermarket and start picking up the essentials I need. I grab all the supplies and walk toward the counter to pay for my things.

Suddenly, someone bumps into me from the side, causing all of their stuff to fall out of their bag onto the ground.

I turn around, keeping my basket aside, and help the person pick up their things when my gaze fall on their hand. The same snowy hand with those damn bruises, my eyes scan them clearly, as those wounds are all too familiar.

My gaze swiftly moves to the person's face, and my eyes meet hers—those sea-blue fucking eyes. The same girl is in front of me, wearing that same fucking black scarf draped around her face, concealing it.

As soon as her eyes meet mine, they lose the shine they held for a second. I can see her freaking out visibly as she swiftly shoves her stuff inside the bag and stands up, making me trail behind.

She rushes out of the supermarket, and I walk behind her, but then she disappears into thin air.

"Siktir et" [ fuck it ]

I walk back towards the counter and pay for my things before heading back to my house.

I'm currently cooking dinner while FaceTiming my family. my annoying sister, Hareem, is telling me how badly she wants to come to the U.S. to ruin my already ruined mood.

Not to forget, my dad is on the call with me but is staring at my mom as if Hareem and I do not exist.

Hareem gives me a 'she's so done with Dad' look while I give her a 'I fucking know right' look and my mom glares at Dad, asking him to behave, all while asking me what I'm cooking.

The Hussain family needs major help because here we all are together yet busy in our own worlds.

We're on the university case, and we've figured out it was just some dickhead fuckers playing us, trying to distract us from the real deal with Rosalyn Moon.

Whoever pulled this stunt will pay dearly for it. And yes, Rosalyn Moon will soon be in our hands. Those are Ashan Hussain's words.

It's day 5 of the university case and here it ends after the last dinner of the week with the director. And today there will be many agents joining too so it's gonna be a huge meeting.

And they'll even see who will be handling the actual case of Rosalyn moon.

I got ready in my formal suit, sprayed my cologne, and fixed my tie while putting on formal shoes. I grabbed my car and drove towards where the dinner meeting would be hosted.

As soon as I entered, I could see many agents and head officers with the director. I joined them alongside my best friend—enemy, Caleb Davis. We all talked about the case at the university, and to my honor, I was the one assigned to Rosalyn Moon's case.

And I'll be the one to find the killer of silent thunder.

The meeting ended, and everyone dispersed. I walked outside of the restaurant, pulled out my pack of cigarettes, and lit one under the moonlight while looking around as I smoked.

My eyes fell on someone standing a little way off from me, wearing a black hoodie, their face covered with a scarf, and those same eyes—those crazily mesmerizing sea blue ones.

It's that damn girl again! She was staring at me. I smudged my cigarette with my fingers and took a step forward to where she was standing. This is more than enough now.

To my surprise, she turned around and started running like a speed of light. This girl is fucking intriguing, I'll have to look what's the deal with her.

I ran after her as I saw her enter a dark alley. I matched her pace, grabbing the nape of her neck and slamming her against the rough, bricked wall of the alley. With a swift motion, I twisted both of her wrists behind her back, gripping them tightly with one hand.

"Who the fuck are you?" I growled.

The shiny moonlight fell on her covered face, her eyes magically glittering under it. She glared at me, her glare firm and gutsy.

But in the next second, I felt like the person completely changed : her eyes held vulnerability, tears, and innocence.

Those eyes felt like they'd never committed a sin. Those eyes were the most innocent, precious thing I had ever seen.

"I-I need help," she stuttered.

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